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Tuesday, August 6, 2013

After The Storm

The other night,
it rained.Poured.Thunder and lightning.The works.

Our Golden
Retriever, Bailey, didn’t know what to do.Timid anyway from some sort of abuse.Our ‘Rescue Dog’.Antsy all
night.Ran upstairs.Ran downstairs.Hunkered down at Kim’s feet.Finally settled on lying down on the
landing.Still in the family room, but
hidden . . . sort of, not quite.Not
really out of the room.At least all
together.We could still see her and
she, us.

The TV acted
up.Satellite TV does that in severe
storms.We get a “Searching For Signal”
notification.Doesn’t usually last long.Not even a minute or so.But annoying nonetheless.

Kim played a
game on her IPad.Emily read her
Kindle.Hannah was out with
friends.I wrote.

Eventually we
went to bed and at some point, the storm ended.No loss of power.No having to
reset the clocks.No one was late for
work.

After The Storm,
there is a clarity that isn’t necessarily present on many mornings.There is a freshness in the air.I like the beads of water on the grass and
trees.The droplets of water seem to
make everything fresher.Greener.Clearer.

After The Storm.

Not during the
storm, but After The Storm.

During the
storm, there is always a question as to whether or not we’ll lose power.Many do.During the storm, there is an unsettled feeling . . . anxious . . . like
Bailey.It isn’t peaceful or clear or
fresh like it is After The Storm.

Everything is
just, well . . . wet.And dark.And dreary.

During the
storm, we wonder.We worry.Or, if not worry, we wonder.We might be anxious.At least, a bit unsettled.We sometimes have to “Search For A
Signal”.Some signal.Any signal.Maybe like our Golden, we want to hide.

After The Storm,
there is peace.Quiet.And as I wrote in an earlier post, there is
always an end.It seems to last a while.It can seem to last a long time.Forever, perhaps.

But it
doesn’t.The storm ends.

After The Storm,
there is no more thunder.There is no
more lightning.No more violent
wind.Things that were once blown around
are put back in place.Rearranged. Settled.

Storms don’t
last that long really.They just seem
to.Especially if we find ourselves in
the midst of a storm.Especially
then.

But they
end.They always do.There is always an After The Storm.Really.Whether or not we have to “Search For A Signal”.Something to think about . . .